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she flips her fingers crossed and moves to a chair to sit. I kneel to the ground where the photos scattered and picked them one after the other studying each detail to convince myself it's fake. The hair, shape of her, all screamed real but I was growing desperate. “Ariel tell me this is false and they're fake?” Any assurance that the woman lying naked wasn't her would save my heart from breaking into a thousand pieces. The pain was ripping into me like a million daggers I couldn't breath, think or believe the evidence before my eyes.

When she was still overwhelmed with everything, she suddenly received a call from Margot. “Chloe, you have to check what they’ve been saying about you on social media. It’s not good.” She sound panicked. Chloe hung up the call and opened the links Margot sent her and her eyes widened in surprise. The headline was calling her a murderer and a faker for the murder plot of Selena seven years ago. There was also proof and testimonies that she faked her own accident to frame the artist Gianna. Naturally, Chloe was shocked. Who in the world had the audacity to reveal this!? There could only be one person in mind, it was that damn artist Gianna.

“He’s the one who told me. I went to a clinic because I felt like I’d been hit by a train all week, and guess who walks in with my test results like a plot twist from a soap opera?” “What?” Abigail practically shrieks. “You've had no contact with the guy for almost two months, and then out of the blue, Dr. Sexy just waltzed into your exam room? That's crazy? I swear, if you're pulling my leg.” “Chill, chica, there's more,” I exhale. “He claims he didn’t even know it was me until he looked up from the chart because I'd given him a fake name back in Chicago.” “Oh my God. I told you that was going to get you into trouble someday. Jesus, Em. What were you thinking?”

"Really? I'll give her a call then!" Selena grabbed her phone. "Ah..." Sonia was shocked. The phone number was a fake number she had made up. She was not sure if Selena’s call would go through. Moreover, the resume was fake as well. The person did not exist. She did not expect Selena to be interested in that person's resume.

He turned on his heel. The two stared at each other, blood leaving their faces. Henry snatched up the box. “It’s over… He knows!” Inside, the hall had erupted. “What was that? The ceremony was done—now it’s canceled?” “You don’t know? When the Alpha was blind at the convalescent estate, he was looking for someone. Chances are this Susan is a fake.” “Exposed on the day of the rite… tsk. What a disgrace. Silver Claw is finished.”

Gladly, Emmalin pulled a speechless Selena to her feet. “He has the wrong tests. It’s real…” Selena protested, waving her paper in the air but Li na flung it from her grasp and tore it to pieces in her rage. Emmalin ignored her struggles and pulled her to the closest room. Cora had quickly followed, knowing Selena might struggle and together, they pinned her down and tore the artificial bump she had on from her. Emmalin was so furious that she slapped her hard across her face before yanking hard on her hair and pulling her out of the room with Cora following behind, holding the fake baby bump.

“Blake. You’re not seriously thinking of going.” I held up my phone. “He wasn’t bluffing.” I pulled up G****e. And just like that, there he was. Ethan Blackwood. Beautiful. Rich. Dangerous. Photographed in tailored suits, arm in arm with senators and Silicon Valley royalty. A few articles mentioned a breakup two years ago. But no photos of her. Like she never existed. Amelia frowned at my screen. “That’s… creepy.” “Right?” “Still. You can’t go there alone. You don’t know what kind of psycho he is.”

My breath caught as I stared at the screen, my heart beginning to pound in a way that felt wrong. Sebastian. Naked. In bed. With another woman. “No…” I whispered under my breath, shaking my head even as my grip on the phone tightened. This had to be fake. AI, editing, anything but real. It had to be. [“I can send you the address to confirm it yourself.”] My hands trembled as I typed back, my thoughts no longer steady enough to protect me. “Send the address.” [ “They’re in your basement."]

He knew she wasn’t faking it, and could finally tell that Selene didn’t try to use him to get out of any cheap lies. She quickly reached for her bag and attempted to scramble through it for her phone, but it was all to no avail. When Mendz noticed it, he quickly reached for her phone and handed it to her, which Selene couldn’t even hold. All he could hear before Selene’s collapse was “Press 1” and he did. “Oh my God! she’s truly sick? I thought she was just faking it.” An actress voiced out with a shriek when her gaze suddenly landed on the trembling newbie. She was so taken aback that she could only shout amidst the crowd.

BREAKING NEWS – SUN CITY LIVE “ELI’S DNA TEST CONFIRMED FALSE – NOEL ABRAHAM ADMITS PRESSURE FROM SELENA WARD” A scrolling line of text ran beneath it: Allegations of document falsification, public manipulation, and defamation against the Miller family. Pedestrians passing near the restaurant began to slow down. Some stopped entirely, watching the broadcast. As pieces of the story sank in, several of them lifted their phones, recording and capturing the moment. “Fraud!” someone shouted from the back of the crowd. Selena didn’t turn around. But the word struck harder than any of the reporters’ questions.